Ten minutes later, Wen Ruxia returned to her seat with a serious expression.
"Aunt, who called you? You actually went outside to answer the call." Wen Ziyu was young and was not really mature. After asking casually, he couldn't hold it in anymore and asked again. "You haven't answered me. Is Jiang Xianrou Zhui Guang?"
Wen Ruxia's head hurt when she heard Jiang Xianrou's name.
She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her, took a sip, and placed it on the table again.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course, I want to know!" Wen Ziyu almost blurted out. Wasn't that obvious!
Seeing his aunt's solemn expression, he forcefully endured it and said with a worried expression, "Could it be that Jiang Xianrou is really… Zhui Guang?"
He answered his own question.
He cursed.
"Sh*t! How could it be her?"
Zhou Yang, Fu Ge, and the others were also very interested in Wen Ruxia's answer.